Kushiel's Chosen (Kushiel's Legacy Series #2)

Kushiel's Chosen (Kushiel's Legacy Series #2)

by Jacqueline Carey

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ISBN-13: 9780765307347
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 08/25/2015
Series: Kushiel's Legacy Series , #2
Pages: 496
Sales rank: 204,624
Product dimensions: 9.00(w) x 6.10(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author JACQUELINE CAREY holds B.A. degrees in psychology and English literature from Lake Forest College. An affinity for travel has taken her from Finland to Egypt; she currently resides in western Michigan. Her previous publications include various short stories, essays, a nonfiction book, the Kushiel's Legacy trilogy (Kushiel's Dart, Kushiel's Chosen, and Kushiel's Avatar), Banewreaker, and Godslayer.

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Kushiel's Chosen


By Jacqueline Carey

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2015 Jacqueline Carey
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7653-0734-7


ONE
 
 
No one would deny that I have known hardship in my time, brief though it has been for all that I have done in it. This, I think, I may say without boastfulness. If I answer now to the title of Comtesse de Montrève and my name is listed in the peerage of Terre d’Ange, still I have known what it is to have all that I possess torn from me; once, when I was but four years of age and my birth-mother sold me into servitude to the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers, and twice, when my lord and mentor Anafiel Delaunay was slain, and Melisande Shahrizai betrayed me into the hands of the Skaldi.
I have crossed the wilds of Skaldia in the dead of winter, and faced the wrath of the Master of the Straits on the teeming waters. I have been the plaything of a barbarian warlord, and I have lost my dearest friend to an eternity of lonely isolation. I have seen the horrors of war and the deaths of my companions. I have walked, alone and by night, into the vast darkness of an enemy encampment, knowing that I gave myself up to torture and nigh-certain death.
None of it was as difficult as telling Joscelin I was returning to the Service of Naamah.
It was the sangoire cloak that decided me; Melisande’s challenge and the badge of my calling that marked me as an anguissette, Kushiel’s Chosen, as clearly as the mote of scarlet emblazoned since birth in the iris of my left eye. A rose petal floating upon dark waters, some admirer once called it. Sangoire is a deeper color, a red so dark it borders upon black. I have seen spilled blood by starlight; it is a fitting color for one such as I, destined to find pleasure in pain. Indeed, the wearing of it is proscribed for any who is not an anguissette. D’Angelines appreciate such poetic niceties.
I am Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève, and I am the only one. Kushiel’s Dart strikes seldom, if to good effect.
When Maestro Gonzago de Escabares brought the cloak from La Serenissima, and the tale by which he had gained it, I made my choice. I knew that night. By night, my course seemed clear and obvious. There is a traitor in the heart of Terre d’Ange, one who stands close enough to the throne to touch it; that much, I knew. Melisande’s sending the cloak made it plain: I had the means of discovering the traitor’s identity, should I choose to engage in the game. That it was true, I had no doubt. By the Night Court and by Delaunay, I have been exquisitely trained as courtesan and spy alike. Melisande knew this—and Melisande required an audience, or at least a worthy opponent. It was clear, or so I thought.
In the light of day, before Joscelin’s earnest blue gaze, I knew the extent of the misery it would cause. And for that, I delayed, temporizing, sure in my reasoning but aching at heart. Maestro Gonzago stayed some days, enjoying the hospitality I was at such pains to provide. He suspected somewhat of my torment, I do not doubt. I saw it reflected in his kind, homely face. At length he left without pressing me, his apprentice Camilo in tow, bound for Aragonia.
I was left alone with Joscelin and my decision.
We had been happy in Montrève, he and I; especially he, raised in the mountains of Siovale. I know what it cost Joscelin to bind his life to mine, in defiance of his Cassiline vow of obedience. Let the courtiers laugh, if they will, but he took his vows seriously, and celibacy not the least of them. D’Angelines follow the precept of Blessed Elua, who was born of the commingled blood of Yeshua ben Yosef and the tears of the Magdelene in the womb of Earth: Love as thou wilt. Alone among the Companions, only Cassiel abjured Elua’s command; Cassiel, who accepted damnation to remain celibate and steadfast at Elua’s side, the Perfect Companion, reminding the One God of the sacred duty even He had forgotten.
These, then, were the vows Joscelin had broken for me. Montrève had done much to heal the wounds that breaking had dealt him. My return to the Service of Naamah, who had gone freely to Elua’s side, who had lain down with kings and peasants alike for his sake, would open those wounds anew.
I told him.
And I watched the white lines of tension, so long absent, engrave themselves on the sides of his beautiful face. I laid out my reasoning, point by point, much as Delaunay would have done. Joscelin knew the history of it nearly as well as I did myself. He had been assigned as my companion when Delaunay still owned my marque; he knew the role I had played in my lord’s service. He had been with me when Delaunay was slain, and Melisande betrayed us both—and he had been there that fateful night at Troyes-le-Mont, when Melisande Shahrizai had escaped the Queen’s justice.
“You are sure?” That was all he said, when I had finished.
“Yes.” I whispered the word, my hands clenching on the rich sangoire folds of my cloak, which I held bundled in my arms. “Joscelin…”
“I need to think.” He turned away, his face shuttered like a stranger’s. In anguish, I watched him go, knowing there was nothing more I could say. Joscelin had known, from the beginning, what I was. But he had never reckoned on loving me, nor I him.
There was a small altar to Elua in the garden, which Richeline Friote, my seneschal’s wife, tended with great care. Flowers and herbs grew in abundance behind the manor house, where a statue of Elua, no more than a meter tall, smiled benignly upon our bounty, petals strewn at his marble feet. I knew the garden well, for I had spent many hours seated upon a bench therein, considering my decision. It was there, too, that Joscelin chose to think, kneeling before Elua in the Cassiline style, head bowed and arms crossed.
He stayed there a long time.
By early evening, a light rain had begun to fall and still Joscelin knelt, a silent figure in the grey twilight. The autumn flowers grew heavy with water and hung their bright heads, basil and rosemary released pungent fragrance on the moist air, and still he knelt. His wheat-gold braid hung motionless down his back, runnels of rain coursing its length. Light dwindled, and still he knelt.
“My lady Phèdre.” Richeline’s concerned voice gave me a start; I hadn’t heard her approach, which, for me, was notable. “How long will he stay there, do you think?”
I turned away from the window that looked out at the garden loggia. “I don’t know. You’d best serve dinner without him. It could be a good while.” Joscelin had once held a vigil, snow-bound, throughout an entire Skaldic night on some obscure point of Cassiline honor. This cut deeper. I glanced up at Richeline, her open, earnest face. “I told him I am planning to return to the City of Elua. To the Service of Naamah.”
Richeline took a deep breath, but her expression didn’t change. “I wondered if you would.” Her voice took on a compassionate tone. “He’s not the sort to bear it easily, my lady.”
“I know.” I sounded steadier than I felt. “I don’t chose it lightly, Richeline.”
“No.” She shook her head. “You wouldn’t.”
Her support was more heartening than I reckoned. I looked back out the window at the dim, kneeling figure of Joscelin, tears stinging my eyes. “Purnell will stay on as seneschal, of course, and you with him. Montrève needs your hand, and the folk have come to trust you. I’d not have it otherwise.”
“Yes, my lady.” Her kind gaze was almost too much to bear, for I did not like myself overmuch at this moment. Richeline placed her fist to her heart in the ancient gesture of fealty. “We will hold Montrève for you, Purnell and I. You may be sure of it.”
“Thank you.” I swallowed hard, repressing my sorrow. “Will you summon the boys to dinner, Richeline? They should be told, and I have need of their aid. If I am to do this thing before winter, we must begin at once.”
“Of course.”
“The boys” were my three chevaliers; Phèdre’s Boys, they called themselves, Remy, Fortun and Ti-Philippe. Fighting sailors under the command of Royal Admiral Quintilius Rousse, they had attached themselves to my service after our quest to Alba and the battle of Troyes-le-Mont. In truth, I think it amused the Queen to grant them to me.
I told them over dinner, served in the manor hall with white linens on the table, and an abundance of candles. At first there was silence, then Remy let out an irrepressible whoop of joy, his green eyes sparkling.
“To the City, my lady? You promise it?”
“I promise,” I told him. Ti-Philippe, small and blond, grinned, while solid, dark Fortun looked thoughtfully at me. “It will need two of you to ride ahead and make arrangements. I’ve need of a modest house, near enough to the Palace. I’ll give you letters of intent to take to my factor in the City.”
Remy and Ti-Philippe began to squabble over the adventure. Fortun continued to look at me with his dark gaze. “Do you go a-hunting, my lady?” he asked softly.
I toyed with a baked pear, covered in crumbling cheese, to hide my lack of appetite. “What do you know of it, Fortun?”
His gaze never wavered. “I was at Troyes-le-Mont. I know someone conspired to free the Lady Melisande Shahrizai. And I know you are an anguissette trained by Anafiel Delaunay, who, outside the boundaries of Montrève, some call the Whoremaster of Spies.”
“Yes.” I whispered it, and felt a thrill run through my veins, compelling and undeniable. I lifted my head, feeling the weight of my hair caught in a velvet net, and downed a measure of fine brandy from the orchards of L’Agnace. “It is time for Kushiel’s Dart to be cast anew, Fortun.”
“My lord Cassiline will not like it, my lady,” Remy cautioned, having left off his quarrel with Ti-Philippe. “Seven hours he has knelt in the garden. I think now I know why.”
“Joscelin Verreuil is my concern.” I pushed my plate away from me, abandoning any pretense of eating. “Now I need your aid, chevaliers. Who will ride to the City, and find me a home?”
In the end, it was decided that Remy and Ti-Philippe both would go in advance, securing our lodgings and serving notice of my return. How Ysandre would receive word of it, I was uncertain. I had not told her of Melisande’s gift, nor my concerns regarding her escape. I did not doubt that I had the Queen’s support, but the scions of Elua and his Companions can be a capricious lot, and I judged it best to operate in secrecy for the moment. Let them suppose that it was the pricking of Kushiel’s Dart that had driven me back; the less they knew, the more I might learn.
So Delaunay taught me, and it is sound advice. One must gauge one’s trust carefully.
I trusted my three chevaliers a great deal, or I would never have let them know what we were about. Delaunay sought to protect me—me, and Alcuin, who paid the ultimate price for it—by keeping us in ignorance. I would not make his mistake; for so I reckon it now, a mistake.
But still, there was only one person I trusted with the whole of my heart and soul, and he knelt without speaking in the rain-drenched garden of Montrève. I stayed awake long that night, reading a Yeshuite treatise brought to me by Gonzago de Escabares. I had not given up my dream of finding a way to free Hyacinthe from his eternal indenture to the Master of the Straits. Hyacinthe, my oldest friend, the companion of my childhood, had accepted a fate meant for me: condemned to immortality on a lonely isle, unless I could find a way to free him, to break the geis that bound him. I read until my eyes glazed and my mind wandered. At length, I dozed before the fire, stoked on the hour by two whispering servant-lads.
The sense of a presence woke me, and I opened my eyes.
Joscelin stood before me, dripping rainwater onto the carpeted flagstones. Even as I looked, he crossed his forearms and bowed.
“In Cassiel’s name,” he said, his voice rusty from hours of disuse, “I protect and serve.”
We knew each other too well, we two, to dissemble.
“No more than that?”
“No more,” he said steadily, “and no less.”
I sat in my chair gazing up at his beautiful face, his blue eyes weary from his long vigil. “Can there be no middle ground between us, Joscelin?”
“No.” He shook his head gravely. “Phèdre…Elua knows, I love you. But I am sworn to Cassiel. I cannot be two things, not even for you. I will honor my vow, to protect and serve you. To the death, if need be. You cannot ask for more. Yet you do.”
“I am Kushiel’s chosen, and sworn to Naamah,” I whispered. “I honor your vow. Can you not honor mine?”
“Only in my own way.” He whispered it too; I knew how much it cost him, and closed my eyes. “Phèdre, do not ask for more.”
“So be it,” I said with closed eyes.
When I opened them, he was gone.
 
Copyright © 2002 by Jacqueline Carey
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Kushiel's Chosen (Kushiel's Legacy Series #2) 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 149 reviews.
BluHawk More than 1 year ago
If you liked the first book, you will love the second. It's full of intrigue, politics, religion, and sex...along with a healthy dose of adventure. This series is by no means a light read, but avid fantasy readers should definitely give it a try! If you liked this book, you might also like "Wayfarer Redemption" by Sara Douglass, "A Shadow in Summer" by Daniel Abraham, and "Magician: Apprentice" by Raymond E. Feist!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of my ALL TIME favorite series! Please don't get turned off by some of the more colorful subject matter. There is sooo much more. Look deeper, by the time you get to the 3rd book in the series you will see a much bigger picture and a deeper message. After i finished Kushiels Avatar i slapped myself on the head and said 'WOW'! I'm not the only one out there who has thought this. Maybe if some of the religeous zealots in the world read this they would realize they were missing the 'big picture' and how futile being a fanatic is. I work part time in a local book store and recommend these so often that we have to order extra copies
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
In the second book of the Kushiel's Legacy series, Phedre and her Cassiline, Joscelin, journey to La Serenissima in search of Melisande. But, as always, there is more to the game than anyone suspects at first. Phedre must learn to navigate her way through a whole new politcal climate and use all her wits to try and decipher the clues she has which lead her on a not so merry journey across the seas, where she encounters pirates, gods, and ancient rituals. She is forced to look at herself in a new light time and time again, and make sacrifices she never thought she would have needed. I was happy to see so many of my favorite characters back for a second book. The change of scenery and introduction of the La Serenissiman characters was the perfect addition to her already fantastic mix. The people and the setting meshed in a way that improved the flow of the story. Throwing in the action, which never seems to stop for Phedre, you have the perfect combination for an amazing book. 5/5
Guest More than 1 year ago
This series justs keeps getting better! It's hard for a second book to top the first, but this one did! Can't put it down once you start!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a very exciting and intruging book. it has aspects of medival history hidden in it and it is hard to put down.
jshillingford on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Often, the second book in a trilogy is weak. Fortunately, that is not the case here. The plot advances, becoming more intricate, with new characters, and though there is a third volume, this one has a mostly satisfying ending. I highly recommend the entire Kushiel series
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing 3 months ago
A bit less pain and a little more plot. Phedre follows the plotters to La Serenisima to try and stop them from doing more damage to the land of Terre d'Ange, along the way finding allies and friends. Interesting but I find it somehow lacking. Maybe it's just that pain isn't my path.
roxy on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Kushiel¿s Chosen being the second book by Carey that I¿ve read, I guessyou can say that I¿m slowly getting accustomed to her style and characters. For one thing, it felt relaxing going back to characters I¿d grown to appreciate in the first book, namely Phèdre and Joscelin but also Ysandre and Drustan.The question as to how Melisande had managed to escape from her cell was the main question throughout the first pages as well as to her current whereabouts. The writing is as in the previous book excellent, you always this impression of clear water flowing out of a fountain even in the most awful moments. The main plot is cleverly woven and is smartly intertwined with several subplots. Plan within plans asPhèdre points out. The political intrigues of both the court of Terre d¿Ange and that of La Serenissima are a delight to those who enjoy such things in a novel, I know I do.Characterization is at its best. It¿s nice to see Ysandre bloom in her role as queen and wife and we just wish the heroin could find a similar balance in her life. Joscelin and Phèdre split up in the first few pages, once she announces that she wishes to return to the service of Namaah¿ can hardly blame to poor fellow but then, these D¿Angelines always have a surprising way of seeing things. Gods whether they be D¿Angelines (Namaah, Kushiel and Cassiel) or foreign(Asherat of the sea) are omnipresent as Phèdre often claims that she is guided bythem and it¿s hard to believe she would ever have succeeded all that she has managed to without a little divine help. This only adds a touch of originality to thewhole trilogy as religion is very little often treated in the way Carey treats it in otherfantasy novels. One main criticism that I wish to mention however, would be the same as the one for previous book and more than likely will one in the third and final book of this trilogy, namely, the length of each tome. While I am never truly bored while reading Carey¿s books and never finding any real flaws in her writing or plotting, I still find her books are a bit too long for comfort¿ perhaps some of the subplots weren¿t quite necessary. I¿m sure that after everything that Phèdre¿s gone through, the readerwouldn¿t have mind a bit less vicissitudes but then, that¿s just my personal advice andit¿s but a minor one¿ really.
EPClark More than 1 year ago
In "Kushiel's Chosen," the second book in the Phedre trilogy, Phedre continues her transformation from a courtesan-spy to a powerful noblewoman and a legend, as the action moves out of Terre d'Ange and new countries and city-states are introduced, most importantly La Serenissima, the series' version of Venice. At the beginning of the book everything seems to be going swimmingly for Phedre and her consort Joscelyn, aka Fantasy's Hottest Hero. (No, seriously. I will challenge you to a duel in the name of Cassiel if you disagree). But trouble, of course, is always looming, especially when you have such a complicated love life. Joscelyn, who does not share or mirror Phedre's anguissette proclivities, is racked with jealousy and guilt over the fact that she takes the occasional assignation, for pleasure as well as business. Meanwhile, Phedre's former patron Melisandre is up to no good, and Phedre is dispatched by the queen to sort things out. Many, many adventures later, the two former lovers finally confront each other. Like the other books in the series, "Kushiel's Chosen" is a giant, sprawling, epic adventure story, full of twists and turns and impossible escapes from and infiltrations into seemingly secure locations. If you don't enjoy that sort of thing, then you'd probably best just keep on moving. But if you do enjoy massive fantasy tales with intricate worldbuilding and elaborate plotting, then dive right in. Like the previous book, "Kushiel's Chosen" is for the 18+ crowd, although it's less deliberately shocking then "Kushiel's Dart"--Phedre is beyond her original sexual infatuation with the world, and spends a lot more time thinking about politics and morality. We also discover more about the different religious systems of the world Carey has created, which adds a pleasing depth to the story. A worthy follow-up to "Kushiel's Dart," and an exciting read in its own right.
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Francesca and posted at Under The Covers Book Blog I always knew that reading this trilogy would be an amazing experience. It just took me years to take a dive and commit to the page count. And I’m so glad now I’m doing it. It’s so much more than I ever thought it could be. Phèdre nó Delaunay is one of the most complex and riveting characters I have ever read. Add to that the fact that Ms. Carey’s writing is superb and the epic story that unfolds in these pages is bound to stay with anyone who reads it forever. KUSHIEL’S CHOSEN brings more love and a lot more loss to Phèdre’s life. At times I wonder how can she bear it, and at others I wonder how can I? But in between the hardships there is always a sliver of hope. That small glimpse that keeps us all going. Hoping for better days ahead. While she does what must be done to follow the right path. While battling sometimes her own desires. A lot more intrigue and political turmoil plague the story in KUSHIEL’S CHOSEN. To protect her Queen, she may just have to give up everything she’s ever held dear. It is that strength of character that keeps me coming back to Phèdre. As does almost everyone in her homeland. With every situation she faces, she grows. She grows in understanding herself. She grows in understanding those around her.utc-top-pick One thing is for certain, this book is never boring and never dull. For such a long story (coming in at 678 pages) there is not one wasted word or added fluff. The lyrical way in which Ms. Carey writes kept me on the edge of my seat. Simple yet so deep, so intense. I can’t say this book was simply read, it was experienced. It was a tumultuous journey, action packed until the end. Not knowing which way it would go was the best part! Not knowing if there was a happy resolution to each event. Some yes, some no. But I loved every second of it. I really love the combination of politics, religion and love as well as the lyrical prose of this series! And I think I’m ready for the darkness I feel coming ahead in the final installment.
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mtsilence More than 1 year ago
Continue your journey in the world of Kushiel's legacy, where Phèdre nó Delaunay, the only living anguissette of this worlds memory struggles with her nature and with the threats to the people and nations she loves. Where angels left their mark on the faces and bodies and minds of a nation, and where ancient forces still hold sway... Where pain is pleasure but where you learn that what appears weak might be far stronger then you thought...
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Fantastic series
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some parts were slow, but overall I enjoyed it
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Banethiel More than 1 year ago
Inspired writing!
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